I'm going to be honest for a moment.

I want to fuck you. Right now. For 12 hours straight.

That will not happen. At least, not right now, and probably not for 12 hours straight.

And I say 12 hours straight because every day isn't an option. I mean, when it comes down to it, that's what I really want, but will not get. I suppose I could make an effort to find someone who is willing to do that, but I would just be thinking of you. And then that makes it really sad and pathetic, and pretty hopeless as well.

I've done that before. There isn't enough Tequila in the universe to wash away the sad and pathetic of that.

But instead, I will go clean my kitchen, and continually think of fucking you.